Kelly (A Danny the Dog Post)

Well-written and heartwarming story to share from my friend,mDanny the Dog!

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Morning folks. It’s me, Danny the Dog. I’m a little busy this month. Andrew never made it home last night. That means he’s lying in a gutter somewhere, dead drunk. I have to go out and find him. But I have a treat for you. My friend Jim came to town yesterday and he is a good story teller. He’s gonna hold down the fort while I go out and look for Andrew. Here’s Jim’s story.

Kelly

Howdy, the name’s Jim Bridger and I’ve got me a story to tell. It ain’t no shoot ‘em up western tale, though it does take place in the west. It ain’t no detective yarn, though something is found. And it sure as hell ain’t no love story, though a love blossoms. I reckon I best be gettin’ to it.

I rode the rodeo circuit all my life, started out as a snot-nosed kid…

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Guest Post: Danny’s Girlfriend

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One of my favorite pooches is on the blog (again) today, and he is sharing his own story of love. He’s such a good boy to be promoting his owner and his books, that he’s doing it again! REDEMPTION is now available in paperback! You can read my review of REDEMPTION here.

Danny’s Girlfriend

Hello, all you dog lovers out there. It’s me again, Danny the Dog. Today I want to tell you about Heather, she’s my girlfriend. She lives on a sailboat a couple of slips down from my boat. Well, Andrew’s and mine boat. You remember him, he my hapless human.

First of all, I bet you all think Heather is a dog. Well you’re wrong, she a human. I know, no one is perfect, except maybe me. But human or not, I think Heather is cool. We first met a few months ago when she brought her sailboat to the…

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Zoe the Poet

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Zoe the Poet

My human is something else. First she thinks she’s a writer, now she thinks she’s a painter. I think she’s going through a mid-life crisis.

Listen to this. I overheard her telling someone how she has taken up her old “hobby” again. Really? She painted three, maybe four, paintings about ten years ago and she calls that a hobby? If a cat could shrug, I would. I can’t shrug, really. But I can yawn.

I’m actually delighted that she has taken up this activity. See, she set up this long table. In fact, she set up two tables, and on one of them was a box. She should know that a box is irresistible to a cat. I mean, a cat is drawn to a box like a moth to a flame, like a flea to a dog, like a woman to a sensitive man, like—well…

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